My Lord (The Rothvale Legacy Book 2) Page 2

  “All right, we can do another date,” I agreed quickly. His masterful dominance had me panting now and remembering all too well how he’d made me feel when he looked me over admiringly the first time—just as he was doing right now. Ivan knew how to make it feel so, so good.

  “The way you surrendered to me when I touched you, the sounds coming out of your mouth when you came.” He stared intently at my lips before dragging his tongue over them slowly. “How you gracefully dropped to your knees prepared to suck me off like you wanted to do it.”

  “I did want to,” I whispered, feeling myself flush with heat as he retold our first encounter.

  “I know. I knew it then.” His eyes flickered down at me so beautifully green and deep as he studied me. “God, you’re so…fucking sexy.”

  “You are too,” I said shyly, “and I still can’t believe what I did with you—a total stranger.” And even now when recalling what I’d done with Ivan at The National Gallery that night I was filled with shame at my weakness. Why did he affect me so? One look, one touch, one command and I turned to putty in his hands. It had to be uniquely him I was certain.

  “You've said that before, Gabrielle, and I hear you. I do. But honestly, I don't want you having shameful feelings about what we did together that night. In fact, I don't accept the idea at all. You did nothing wrong, kitten. Everything you did that night was perfect…to me. That’s why it happened the way it did with us. Don’t you see?” He pressed yet another erection into the side of my hip, and I had to give him props for stamina. The man was the mortal embodiment of a Greek god—an Eros—with a really big cock, which just kept going and going— “You felt comfortable with me that night…and we clicked, Gabrielle.”

  I nodded at him and enjoyed my view. Admiring his handsomeness, loving the weight of his lower body pressing into mine, the firm dominance he used with such ease. We clicked all right. Major clicking happened, that’s for sure. I basically fell into his arms and let him do whatever he wanted to me in the gallery storeroom. Something I’d never allowed any other stranger to do within moments of being introduced. Ha! We were never even introduced. He thought I was Maria-the-Escort, and I got a kinky alter ego name for him. Mr. Ivanhoe. Embarrassment filled me yet again as I remembered. I’d been living such a guarded existence regarding men and dating since I’d come to London, that I had truly forgotten what it felt like to be desired intimately.

  Ivan brought those feelings back for me while making it all feel so damn good; his offer was nearly impossible to resist.

  “Just like you feel comfortable right now being restrained by my hands, wondering what I’ll do next. You want me to do more and you’ll surrender to it, too. Ivan continued watching me, the penetrating gleam in his eyes which appeared during sex only made me hotter.

  Ivan reached his free hand into my borrowed smoking jacket tumbled on the bed beside us and drew out the silk-fringed belt. He dragged the dangling edge over my nipples, making me arch into the tingling sensation. “I want to use this, Gabrielle. I’d like to have your gorgeous body tied to my bed while I fuck you this time. Knowing you’re going nowhere until I release you. Until I am done taking pleasure from the sight of you spread out and shaking from all the orgasms I’m going to give you. Until you’ve had as much as you can take and my cock has worked itself out to the point of fucking exhaustion,” he said, watching me carefully, his body tense and tight looming above me.

  I shuddered hard, again a completely involuntary action on my part. His simple words rendered me helpless when he started in with the directing. And he knew it, too, because he smiled darkly at my shuddering.

  “Do you consent?”

  “Yes,” I whimpered, falling under the spell he’d cast on me with complete ease, letting him take control in this. Instinctively I knew he would be better than anything I'd ever experienced before.

  Green eyes blazed down at me with lust at my answer, and he wasted no time putting me into position. “You’ll tell me what you need, Gabrielle?” he asked firmly while working on binding my hands together with the silk belt, testing the tautness before securing the silk to the headboard of his bed. “Green, yellow, or red. I’ll hear you, whatever that may be.” He deliberately brought his hands down to find my nipples, rolling them between his fingers, applying pressure until I felt the burn of sweet pain shoot through me and straight down to in between my legs. “If it’s to back off, or if it’s to give you more—just tell me.” Ivan studied me intently to judge my response, for this was indeed a test.

  I shuddered out a moan and arched my back, letting the rush of pleasure roll through as he eased off from pinching the nipples and switched to caressing my cupped breasts in each of his hands. “Yes, I’ll tell you,” I managed to gasp.

  The green of his eyes seemed to flare once more at my agreement, the unmistakable gleam of triumph easy to see. I had pleased him very much, and the knowledge that I had done so switched on something inside me from which there could be no going back. This was a precipice and I’d just committed to going over the edge.

  “And you want this with me, Gabrielle? You understand what your agreement means?”

  I nodded slowly but deliberately, my heart surely on its way to flying out of my chest at the question, forcing me to acknowledge this thing we were starting together. We weren’t just hooking up for sex anymore. Things had morphed into something new. There was so much more to this than a few fabulous orgasms for the both of us.

  "What's your color right now, kitten?"

  "Green." I felt a ripple of longing set free inside me as I answered him, remembering something he'd said to me earlier: Don't shut your eyes. I need to see those green beauties on me when you say yes.

  So, I kept my eyes on him as I gave him my agreement.

  My soul felt free for the first time in longer than I could recall.

  Chapter 2

  GABRIELLE

  Oh yes, an exchange of power was a great deal more, and then some. Especially when it was Ivan demanding it from me knowing I was powerless to resist. He'd caught me now. My secret was no longer a secret to him. Rather it was a bargaining chip between us. A negotiation tool for what we could offer to each other.

  The potential of what it might mean for me to head back into territory that had been influential in a disastrous relationship which had left me emotionally devastated and adrift in my life. The D/s hadn’t been the reason for my messed up history with Kent, but it’d definitely been a contributing factor in the poor decisions I’d made with him… and sadly tragic for others, I thought shamefully.

  I truly didn’t know if I was capable of delving into another D/s relationship and survive. A mysterious question to which I couldn't know the answer… until I did.

  The circumstances were totally different with Ivan though. He was single. Yeah, a single guy who orders up an escort when he wants a date. Ugh. I didn’t like those thoughts swimming around in my head, but I couldn’t judge Ivan any more harshly than what I’d been party to with Kent. My deeds had been far worse.

  Could I do this with him?

  You want to.

  I knew now I was about to find out.

  The idea scared me as much as it excited me. No, that probably wasn’t true. It excited me more.

  He leaned back on his knees after he finished binding me, a satisfied expression creeping over his face. I wondered what he was thinking even though I had a fairly good idea. He finally had me where he’d wanted me since that first time we’d been together. Ivan had me tied to his bed and I’d be there until he was good and ready to let me go. That sexual desert I’d been in? Well, the drought was very much o-ver. As in: Girl, you’d better brace yourself for some rain, cuz some big black storm clouds are headin’ your way.

  “You look so fucking sexy-beautiful right now, here, like this.” He stared; his expression hard but not unaffected. He was affected all right. His cock was erect and ready to go again. Thank God, because I might die if he didn’t touch me soon. I
could say the same about him. Ivan was sexy-beautiful. Especially like this—hard and pulsing and about to start in on me.

  “Open your legs and show me your divine cunt. I miss looking."

  I didn’t hesitate as I bent my left leg at the knee and slid my foot over, and then repeated the same with the right leg. A feeling of immense pleasure washed through my body at the filthy command he’d just given me coupled with the equally intense desire to let myself be taken into his care.

  To give myself up to someone.

  To Ivan.

  He focused on my body, his eyes darting over what I’d just put on display at his request. “You have such a pretty pussy, Gabrielle. Almost as beautiful as your tits.” He grinned devilishly and licked his lips slowly. “I said ‘almost’ because I don’t think anything can compare to these,” he said as he took a hold of a breast in each hand and squeezed. Hard.

  I arched and gasped at the sharp jolt that flew through me, coming undone by the combination of the praise that he thought me beautiful tempered with the rough treatment. He soothed my nipples with firm sucking pulls until I was a writhing mess and soaking wet for him.

  One hand made its way to between my legs and teased my clit with little pinches while his mouth continued to ravage my nipples. I welcomed the pulses that started to bring me toward what was bound to be a spectacular orgasm.

  He stilled his hand. “Not yet, kitten. I own when you can come, and I want you begging me for it this time. I’ll tell you when.” He slid two fingers inside and stroked in and out before curling them up into my sweet spot and tugging.

  “Ahhh,” I moaned, struggling to follow his command, the pleasure building forward again.

  “You’re very wet for me, kitten. I love how you’re all soaking wet.” He increased the pace of his fingers and the pressure on my G spot so that the climax would come on quickly.

  Kitten? It was a crazy thought to pop in my head in the moment of exactly what we were doing, but I realized I loved the sound of it rolling off his talented tongue. Sexy, yet adoring. God! It had to be straight up Playboy-Bunny-era-sexism for Ivan to be using a name like “kitten” on me, but it was official, just about everything this man did turned me on and triggered my sexual buttons. Every last one of them.

  There was no doubt he knew what he was doing.

  Ivan’s knowledge of a woman’s body was something I didn’t want to dwell upon, but in this moment made me supremely grateful he possessed. I floated along and let him take me to the mountain peak, mindful that he had yet to give me permission to come.

  Oh God, I’m going to die.

  And it would be a lovely fucking death. Quite literally.

  I was already addicted to his touch on my skin, his natural scent, the weight of him when he was on top of me. I’d been wary of Ivan before for this very reason. I’d known I’d want him too much. Craving something too much had been my problem before, and even I could recognize how I was slipping back into the temptations of allowing my physical desires to rule me. It was me being reckless, taking risks.

  But hell, it felt so damn good with him I couldn’t deny what I wanted so desperately.

  I nearly screamed when he took his fingers away. My eyes flared open in protest. But Ivan was right there looking determined and watching me. “I know you want to come, but when you do it will be at the end of my cock. I’ll be in you.”

  Oh my God, yes, please. He was already sheathing himself while he said the words to me, the anticipation causing me to shudder at how he would feel again. I’d had the experience of him inside me now of course, but not nearly enough. I needed another reminder. Or ten.

  He mounted up, gripping my shins and bending me at the knees to make his way. He had me spread so open and exposed I felt the flush of embarrassment when I saw him looking me over. But the expression in his beautiful eyes quickly snubbed out any embarrassment on my part and replaced it with white hot desire. Ivan liked what he saw and made it clear. I could also tell this was an enactment of his kink. He wanted me restrained and spread out for him. It was how he liked to fuck.

  But the thing was, I liked it too.

  When he sank his cock into me, I let out a low keening moan of abandon, totally unable to keep quiet. He filled me up roughly, but it was exactly what I needed from him. Rough, hard, drilling penetrations that heated me from the inside out. I wanted to feel, and somehow Ivan made it all work so that was possible. He knew what to do, how to touch me, what to say to me in order to make it happen—to make me feel again. The painful grip on the back of my thighs, holding me open. The deep, hard strokes pounding as far into me as he could go. The harsh look on his face as he took what he wanted. I own this body of yours when I have my cock in you. Oh yes, I remembered what he'd said earlier. Remembered and noted.

  Ravishment all the way.

  “That’s it, kitten, take it—take my big fucking cock inside your tight little cunt,” he grunted on deep slides as he fucked me closer to the orgasm I so desperately wanted. With each heavy stroke of his cock into me, positioned just perfectly to drag against my clit, Ivan knew how to fuck properly.

  I pleaded with him using my eyes, struggling to hold back the rush of the climax before it passed me onto the place where I wouldn’t be able to suppress it no matter his command to wait for his permission.

  He drilled me with his eyes burning green fire as his long hard cock did the same to my body, pushing into me so deeply I began to shake uncontrollably from the building pleasure.

  “You ready to come?” he asked roughly, his voice thick with lust as he continued to fuck me relentlessly.

  “Yeeeees, s-sir,” I moaned desperately, barely able to answer as I clenched around him.

  He frowned in displeasure and shook his head down at me. “Not sir, Gabrielle. Never sir with you and me. I want to hear ‘my lord’ shouted from your pretty mouth when you get there.”

  “I am there," I whimpered.

  “Then you know what you need to do—”

  His eyes flared wide and he lost his words as I convulsed into the most spectacular orgasm of my life. I choked out, "My l-l-lord…my loorrrd," doing everything in my power to follow his command properly but couldn’t be sure I'd performed to his precise specifications or not. He would let me know. That was part of what needed to be worked out between two consenting parties. I was just going on instinct with him so far and allowing him to dominate and control me during sex. I succumbed to the intensity of the pleasure he gave me and struggled to hold onto reality. I wasn’t super successful because I was long out of practice. I got blissfully lost in the moment. It was so good.

  I realized that Ivan came with me when I felt the sting of his bite at the base of my neck, his teeth surely marking me as he thrust hard and deep into me for the final few times to finish. I could feel the aftershocks of his cock jerking inside me, my inner muscles clutching and gripping him as my own rush flowed along. I didn’t want it to be over, and yet it was.

  We both breathed deeply and said nothing. He replaced his teeth with his warm tongue and soothed over the place where he’d bitten. He thrust lazily, still inside me and found my mouth, invading with his tongue there as he kissed me long and slow. In no hurry to stop, he just kissed me thoroughly, his cock still buried, filling me up with as much of him as I could be.

  I knew one thing.

  Ivan had made me forget for the first time. And for that reason alone, he was unique among all the men I’d known since falling from grace.

  I want to hear ‘my lord’ shouted from your pretty mouth when you get there.

  An interesting request, yes, but fitting considering he was one in real life and living a sort of lordly life in a mansion filled with priceless art. The mixture of his allure was over-the-top intoxicating for me. As we both breathed and came down from the high of incredible pleasure, Ivan seemed almost pained if I had to put a name to it. Just before reaching up to untie my hands he looked longingly at me as he pulled himself slowly out of my body.
He stayed on top of me though, still holding power over me with that searching expression he had sometimes as he rubbed first one wrist and then the other. Very gentle and caring touches that comforted me and helped me to believe I could trust him. My mind was far from quiet, though. Racing thoughts of What just happened here? or even more critical, What now?

  I sensed Ivan was as deep in thought as I was about what had "just happened." D/s sex is different than straight sex, and we'd now crossed over the vanilla line most definitely. We both knew it, and yet we only each knew what we each knew.

  I also didn’t like to reflect on all the other women who’d been underneath Ivan Everley, and realized my predecessors had to number in the hundreds.

  “What is that frown for?” he asked softly.

  “Hmmm?”

  “You frowned and your pretty eyes grew dark.” He traced a finger to the corner of my eye, the gentle touch feeling extremely intimate to me.

  “How many times have you done this, Ivan? What’s my number in the long line of conquests?”

  "Here? At Donadea? I already told you I don't bring women here. Your number is one."

  "Seriously? I'm to believe that you've never had sex here before. Oh-kay—you know that how sounds, right? Really, fucking, implausible."

  "It probably does sound implausible, but I can assure you it's the truth. I don't have any motive to lie to you, Gabrielle. In the few years since I inherited the place, I've used it pretty infrequently, mostly as a retreat away from the city. I've never had guests here at all. Apart from the staff who live and work here, it's only me. You really are the first."